When I turned 13 in 1970, my mom told me that I should start planning for marriage because a mate would offer me support. She made a husband sound like an underwire bra. He would help to rein me in and keep me control, like a girdle. He would help disguise my imperfections like a slip. Men were basically one big foundation garment. You needed one to walk down the street.
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